The Gift

I remember the first time

I gave you a gift 

It was wrapped perfectly 

Symbolic of all 

that I had put into it 

Hard work, blood,

Tears like rain 

 and even a little of that

I may not make it thru this- pain 

 And I remember you said... 

 Thank God! 

 Thank. god. 

 And I thought 

 Whomever is this God 

 He must be great 

 And thusly 

 My gift must be great also, 

 at the very least 

 To YOU. 

 Thank. God you said

 I felt the exchange 

 A light. Shining. I felt Lighter 

 Having experienced 

 The power of giving 

I intended to give more 

But then- 

 There's always a then 

 Then... 

 I saw the way you cared for it 

 When I wasn't looking 

 And even later- 

 When I was... 

 It began to show 

 Signs of being defiled 

 And wear and tear 

 Long before it should 

 Each scratch 

 Became a wound 

 the wound, 

 a scar 

 and my gift to you 

 Now a curse to me 

 And I... 

 I wanted to take it back 

 I wanted God to remove it from you 

 To forcefully 

 Lightning strike you down 

 strike the gift from your possession 

Right there 

 Where you were standing 

 Take it back from you... 

 Like an Indian giver 

 Like a reneging 

 Put that spade back on the table 

 You just cut your partner out 

 And me and she  

Are about to run a Boston 

 Flip the table 

 On your sorry azz 

 A righteous take back 

 A take down 

 And after 

 With my last breath 

 I... Wanted...to... 

 thank God 

 Just like you 

 But mean it. 

 I wanted to nurse it 

 Back to nice 

 To life 

 Back to ripe 

 Full and pumping! 

 To all the greatness 

it Was before 

I gifted it to you 

Before... you mocked it 

 before me 

and God 

 Before I gave you me 

 I wanted that me back 

 Sans scuff and brokenness 

 Back in the box 

 With a pretty bow 

just like when I gave it to you 

I would have THAT me 

 And I would say 

 Thank you. 

 God!....